Verba mea auribus
Give ear to my words, O Lord; *
consider my meditation.
O hearken unto the voice of my calling, my King and my God, *
for unto you will I make my prayer.
My voice shall you hear in the morning, O Lord; *
early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto you, and will look up.
For you are not a god who has pleasure in wickedness, *
neither shall any evil dwell with you.
The boastful shall not stand in your sight, *
for you hate all those who work iniquity.
You shall destroy those who speak lies; *
the Lord will abhor the bloodthirsty and the deceitful.
But as for me, through the multitude of your mercies I will come into your house; *
and in reverence will I bow myself toward your holy temple.
Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness, because of my enemies; *
make your way straight before my face.
For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; *
their heart is eaten up with wickedness.
Their throat is an open sepulcher; *
they flatter with their tongue.
Declare them guilty, O God; let them fall because of their own devices. *
Because of the multitude of their transgressions cast them out, for they have rebelled against you.
But let all those who put their trust in you rejoice; *
let them ever give thanks because you defend them; those who love your Name shall be joyful in you.
For you, Lord, will give your blessing unto the righteous, *
and with your favorable kindness you will defend him as with a shield.
Domine, ne in furore
O Lord, rebuke me not in your indignation, *
neither chasten me in your displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak; *
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are racked.
My soul also is greatly troubled; *
but, Lord, how long will you punish me?
Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul; *
O save me for your mercy’s sake.
For in death no one remembers you, *
and who will give you thanks in the grave?
I am weary with my groaning; *
every night I flood my bed and drench my couch with my tears.
My eyes have become dim because of trouble, *
and worn away because of all my enemies.
Away from me, all you who work wickedness, *
for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my petition; *
the Lord will receive my prayer.
All my enemies shall be confounded, and greatly vexed; *
they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.